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• 我不难过...

  2011-11-29

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  最近常常有一种奇怪的寄人篱下的感觉。
  很压抑，想逃离。
  我试着说服自己太过于敏感。
  但，一件又一件的讨厌，如影随形。
  

  有时觉得好笑，为什么会这样子呢？
  明明有房子，有能力，却要如此？
  怕就像是婚姻里的琐碎事情，
  让自己越发不自己。
  

  我总在反省自己是否过于自私，
  是否要站在他人的立场去迁就，
  可到头来，
  时常是一团糟，或者是，迷失。

  爱情里的零距离有时让人感动珍惜，
  但有时又真的让人无法呼吸。
  你心疼我，我心疼你。
  你迁就我，我迁就你。
  都会疲倦，都会委屈。
  不是因为两个人，
  却都是因为周遭的点点滴滴，
  扼杀了太多的美好。
  爱情，归根结底，
  不是两个人的事情。
  

  很讨厌回家，因为没有家的感觉。
  常常是一片冷清，人为的。
  淡漠的表情，冰冷的炉灶。
  不想成为任何人的麻烦与负担，
  不想让任何人觉得嫌弃与不适应。
  可偏生却不能说，又逃不掉。
  还要多久多久？我不知道。
  

  很想父母，因为只有他们会无度的包容。
  我这样的坏习惯坏脾气，
  除了爱我的人，还有谁能受得了呢？
  我实在是适合独居的动物。
  不知道该如何说，也不敢说。
  不是不爱，不是不理解，也是不是孝顺。
  但，我已经很努力了。
  我不想去挑剔与抱怨。
  可，我也会委屈，也会难过...
  Aries·G 发表于03:34:00 | 阅读全文 | 评论0 | 编辑 | 分享 0

• 2010，这一年

  2011-01-16

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  自从有了新浪微博以后，生活就变得很碎片。
  虽然可以随时随地的絮语，但也仿佛失掉了整块整块说话的能力。
  说得多了，表达反而更加困难了。
  经历的喜怒哀乐全都变成了诸如“给力”、“傻X”这样的简单词语。
  若干年后，甚至仅仅只是若干月后，
  必将无情地将自己抛在记忆的对岸，只得一片空白。
  心下突然一阵后怕，
  怕自己终有一天遗忘掉那些曾经以为刻骨铭心的事情。
  所以，还是博客好。
  前前后后，总有因果。
  

  我似乎有点后知后觉。
  进入2011半月有余，我才发现我尚未盘点自己的2010。
  应该记上一笔，我生命里的2010充满了决定以及重大。
  所有的改变好像是从白羊月开始的。
  四月出逃，五月寻找，六月流放，七月思虑，八月寻觅，九月回归。
  

  所有重大的事情，应该是，
  第一次这么近地害怕与亲人告别。
  挣扎着从北京回到了长沙。
  在云南云淡风轻地漂泊了一个月。
  终于尽孝为父母分担了一次忧愁。
  特别没有计划地买了一套中意的房子。
  然后背了一身房贷。
  意外地出国去希腊走了一圈。
  最后年终第一次遭遇被偷了次狠的。
  

  应该是所有的生死离别，爱恨情仇，稀奇古怪。
  在2010都被我碰到了。
  并且，不待见。
  

  我每年开年都会千篇一律地说自己长大了，成熟了。
  但每过一年又会忍不住嘲笑所谓年初说的长大与成熟。
  但这一年，是真的。
  因为，看到了太多听到了太多经历了太多。
  

  不以物喜，不以己悲。
  到了这一年，才开始渐渐看淡。
  这是不是年纪越来越大的象征？
  

  懂得了责任，懂得了规划，懂得了许自己一个未来。
  我知道我在做什么，并且为什么要做，以及该怎样做。
  2011，一切都不会是浮云。
  
  Aries·G 发表于02:36:00 | 阅读全文 | 评论2 | 编辑 | 分享 0

• 选择

  2010-09-20

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  四个半月，走走停停，兜兜转转，我还是回到了电视的怀抱。四月底选择离开的时候，我想都不敢想会有如此的结局。那时候，我天真与单纯，满脑子是关于“效忠”的幻想。尽管充满了误会、耻笑与不解，我依旧给自己莫名塑造了悲剧英雄的形象。

  一路游历，听到，看到，经历到，本来心情开阔。爸爸突然的手术，让我顿悟生活的严酷，也了解到肩上的责任。还有而后不经意地赤裸裸地看到那些贪婪与丑陋。我哭过，闹过，不解过，迷失过。最后，有那么一个人教我，慢慢懂得。于是，前程往事，我终于终于，完全地放下。过往的人与事，美好的与不美好的，通通再与我无关。

  本来选择了一份IT的工作，前所未有的挑战，满心的踌躇。可到邻近的头两天，突然有两个其他的机会跃然眼前，毫无预兆。我用了一天的时间挣扎决定。最后，重回电视怀抱。

  可能因为年纪渐长。我没有办法再像年轻时那样充满期望与朝气地去面对一无所知的未来。可能因为家庭压力。我没有办法再义无反顾地重头开始面对全新工作重新学习与争取。所以，我选择了更多的把握，更好的待遇，更稳定的稳定。

  一个星期下来，我知道，我可能选对了。我所有的感觉与创意，天生就是属于电视的。这个星期有喜有乐有骄傲有感动。我希望，这是好的开始，好的预兆。

  就像L说的，既然选择好了就好好加油吧，人生有很多不同的路，即使是不同的选择也会有相同的坚持。

   
  Aries·G 发表于17:30:15 | 阅读全文 | 评论0 | 编辑 | 分享 0

• 我怕我会掉眼泪...

  2010-08-21

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  快男的舞台上，曾轶可一首《我怕我会掉眼泪》...
  微博上有人感慨有人回忆，为什么看得我傻傻地泪水涟涟...

  原来我没有孤军奋战大杀四方谈N个渠道N个合作争取N多的宣传；原来我没有在大家只走一个地方只剪一个片子的同时跑了两个地方做了三个采访同时还剪两个片子；原来我没有在受尽屈辱被骂的时候为了节目忍着泪水拉着人说对不起；原来我没有高烧到40度晕头转向的时候同时一天跑四个地方两天睡1个小时拍了四组人马；原来我没有浑身病毒性感染长满疹子时还在机房坚持剪仅剩的片子；其实，原来我是没有回忆的。

  既然大家都写“我怕我会掉眼泪”，我也会写的。

  我怕我会掉眼泪，那些被轻易忽略的夜不能寐；
  我怕我会掉眼泪，一切只是虚无缥缈盲目地追；
  我怕我会掉眼泪，美丽谎言背后所有伪善的罪；
  我怕我会掉眼泪，转身say hey过往不会再轮回...

   
  Aries·G 发表于02:03:40 | 阅读全文 | 评论0 | 编辑 | 分享 0

• Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

  2010-08-16

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  今天听到一些很无知的话，虽然不至于生气，但总还是有些无奈。不过晚间在工作的时候无意看到Steve Jobs在2005年对Stanford毕业生的演讲，突然就有一种释然的感觉。所以，Steve Jobs之所以成为Steve Jobs，而井底之蛙永远只是井底之蛙，这都是有原因的吧。所以特别把这段演讲copy下来，自己随时可以看看，随时提醒自己：Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

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  今天，有荣幸来到各位从世界上最好的学校之一毕业的毕业典礼上。
  我从来没从大学毕业。说实话，这是我离大学毕业最近的一刻。
  今天，我只说三个故事，不谈大道理，三个故事就好。

  第一个故事，是关于人生中的点点滴滴怎么串连在一起。

  我在里德学院（Reedcollege）待了六个月就办休学了。到我退学前，一共休学了十八个月。那么，我为什么休学？

  这得从我出生前讲起。我的亲生母亲当时是个研究生，年轻未婚妈妈，她决定让别人收养我。她强烈觉得应该让有大学毕业的人收养我，所以我出生时，她就准备让我被一对律师夫妇收养。但是这对夫妻到了最后一刻反悔了，他们想收养女孩。所以在等待收养名单上的一对夫妻，我的养父母，在一天半夜里接到一通电话，问他们「有一名意外出生的男孩，你们要认养他吗？」而他们的回答是「当然要」。后来，我的生母发现，我现在的妈妈从来没有大学毕业，我现在的爸爸则连高中毕业也没有。她拒绝在认养文件上做最后签字。直到几个月后，我的养父母同意将来一定会让我上大学，她才软化态度。

  十七年后，我上大学了。但是当时我无知选了一所学费几乎跟史丹佛一样贵的大学，我那工人阶级的父母所有积蓄都花在我的学费上。六个月后，我看不出念这个书的价值何在。那时候，我不知道这辈子要乾什么，也不知道念大学能对我有什么帮助，而且我为了念这个书，花光了我父母这辈子的所有积蓄，所以我决定休学，相信船到桥头自然直。当时这个决定看来相当可怕，可是现在看来，那是我这辈子做过最好的决定之一。当我休学之后，我再也不用上我没兴趣的必修课，把时间拿去听那些我有兴趣的课。这一点也不浪漫。我没有宿舍，所以我睡在友人家里的地板上，靠着回收可乐空罐的五先令退费买吃的，每个星期天晚上得走七哩的路绕过大半个镇去印度教的Hare Krishna 神庙吃顿好料。我喜欢HareKrishna神庙的好料。追寻我的好奇与直觉，我所驻足的大部分事物，后来看来都成了无价之宝。

  举例来说：

  当时里德学院有着大概是全国最好的书法指导。在整个校园内的每一张海报上，每个抽屉的标签上，都是美丽的手写字。因为我休学了，可以不照正常选课程序来，所以我跑去学书法。我学了serif 与san serif 字体，学到在不同字母组合间变更字间距，学到活版印刷伟大的地方。书法的美好、历史感与艺术感是科学所无法捕捉的，我觉得那很迷人。我没预期过学的这些东西能在我生活中起些什么实际作用，不过十年后，当我在设计第一台麦金塔时，我想起了当时所学的东西，所以把这些东西都设计进了麦金塔里，这是第一台能印刷出漂亮东西的计算机。如果我没沉溺于那样一门课里，麦金塔可能就不会有多重字体跟变间距字体了。又因为Windows抄袭了麦金塔的使 用方式，如果当年我没这样做，大概世界上所有的个人计算机都不会有这些东西，印不出现在我们看到的漂亮的字来了。当然，当我还在大学里时，不可能把这些点点滴滴预先串在一起，但是这在十年后回顾，就显得非常清楚。我再说一次，你不能预先把点点滴滴串在一起；唯有未来回顾时，你才会明白那些点点滴滴是如何串在一起的。

  所以你得相信，你现在所体会的东西，将来多少会连接在一块。你得信任某个东西，直觉也好，命运也好，生命也好，或者业力。这种作法从来没让我失望，也让我的人生整个不同起来。

  我的第二个故事，有关爱与失去。

  我好运－年轻时就发现自己爱做什么事。我二十岁时，跟Steve Wozniak在我爸妈的车库里开始了苹果计算机的事业。我们拼命工作，苹果计算机在十年间从一间车库里的两个小伙子扩展成了一家员工超过四千人、市价二十亿美金的公司，在那之前一年推出了我们最棒的作品－麦金塔，而我才刚迈入人生的第三十个年头，然后被炒鱿鱼。

  要怎么让自己创办的公司炒自己鱿鱼？

  好吧，当苹果计算机成长后，我请了一个我以为他在经营公司上很有才乾的家伙来，他在头几年也确实乾得不错。可是我们对未来的愿景不同，最后只好分道扬镳，董事会站在他那边，炒了我鱿鱼，公开把我请了出去。曾经是我整个成年生活重心的东西不见了，令我不知所措。有几个月，我实在不知道要乾什么好。我觉得我令企业界的前辈们失望－我把他们交给我的接力棒弄丢了。我见了创办HP的David Packard跟创办Intel的Bob Noyce，跟他们说我很抱歉把事情搞砸得很厉害了。我成了公众的非常负面示范，我甚至想要离开硅谷。但是渐渐的，我发现，我还是喜爱着我做过的事情，在苹果的日子经历的事件没有丝毫改变我爱做的事。我被否定了，可是我还是爱做那些事情，所以我决定从头来过。

  当时我没发现，但是现在看来，被苹果计算机开除，是我所经历过最好的事情。成功的沉重被从头来过的轻松所取代，每件事情都不那么确定，让我自由进入这辈子最有创意的年代。接下来五年，我开了一家叫做 NeXT的公司，又开一家叫做Pixar的公司，也跟后来的老婆谈起了恋爱。Pixar接着制作了世界上第一部全计算机动画电影，玩具总动员，现在是世界上 最成功的动画制作公司。然后，苹果计算机买下了NeXT，我回到了苹果，我们在NeXT发展的技术成了苹果计算机后来复兴的核心。我也有了个美妙的家庭。

  我很确定，如果当年苹果计算机没开除我，就不会发生这些事情。这帖药很苦口，可是我想苹果计算机这个病人需要这帖药。有时候，人生会用砖头打你的头。不要丧失信心。我确信，我爱我所做的事情，这就是这些年来让我继续走下去的唯一理由。你得找出你爱的，工作上是如此，对情人也是如此。

  你的工作将填满你的一大块人生，唯一获得真正满足的方法就是做你相信是伟大的工作，而唯一做伟大工作的方法是爱你所做的事。如果你还没找到这些事，继续找，别停顿。尽你全心全力，你知道你一定会找到。而且，如同任何伟大的关系，事情只会随着时间愈来愈好。
  所以，在你找到之前，继续找，别停顿。

  我的第三个故事，关于死亡。

  当我十七岁时，我读到一则格言，好像是「把每一天都当成生命中的最后一天，你就会轻松自在。」这对我影响深远，在过去33年里，我每天早上都会照镜子，自 问：「如果今天是此生最后一日，我今天要乾些什么？」每当我连续太多天都得到一个「没事做」的答案时，我就知道我必须有所变革了。提醒自己快死了，是我在人生中下重大决定时，所用过最重要的工具。因为几乎每件事－所有外界期望、所有名誉、所有对困窘或失败的恐惧－在面对死亡时，都消失了，只有最重要的东西才会留下。提醒自己快死了，是我所知避免掉入自己有东西要失去了的陷阱里最好的方法。

  人生不带来，死不带去，没什么道理不顺心而为。

  一年前，我被诊断出癌症。我在早上七点半作断层扫描，在胰脏清楚出现一个肿瘤，我连胰脏是什么都不知道。医生告诉我，那几乎可以确定是一种不治之症，我大概活不到三到六个月了。医生建议我回家，好好跟亲人们聚一聚，这是医生对临终病人的标准建议。那代表你得试着在几个月内把你将来十年想跟小孩讲的话讲完。那代表你得把每件事情搞定，家人才会尽量轻松。那代表你得跟人说再见了。我整天想着那个诊断结果，那天晚上做了一次切片，从喉咙伸入一个内视镜，从胃进肠子，插了根针进胰脏，取了一些肿瘤细胞出来。我打了镇静剂，不醒人事，但是我老婆在场。她后来跟我说，当医生们用显微镜看过那些细胞后，他们都哭了，因为那是非常少见的一种胰脏癌，可以用手术治好。所以我接受了手术，康复了。

  这是我最接近死亡的时候，我希望那会继续是未来几十年内最接近的一次。经历此事后，我可以比之前死亡只是抽象概念时要更肯定告诉你们下面这些：

  没有人想死。即使那些想上天堂的人，也想活着上天堂。但是死亡是我们共有的目的地，没有人逃得过。这是注定的，因为死亡简直就是生命中最棒的发明，是生命变化的媒介，送走老人们，给新生代留下空间。现在你们是新生代，但是不久的将来，你们也会逐渐变老，被送出人生的舞台。抱歉讲得这么戏剧化，但是这是真的。

  你们的时间有限，所以不要浪费时间活在别人的生活里。不要被信条所惑－盲从信条就是活在别人思考结果里。不要让别人的意见淹没了你内在的心声。最重要的，拥有跟随内心与直觉的勇气，你的内心与直觉多少已经知道你真正想要成为什么样的人。任何其它事物都是次要的。

  在我年轻时，有本神奇的杂志叫做 Whole Earth Catalog，当年我们很迷这本杂志。那是一位住在离这不远的Menlo Park的Stewart Brand发行的，他把杂志办得很有诗意。那是1960年代末期，个人计算机跟桌上出版还没发明，所有内容都是打字机、剪刀跟拍立得相机做出来的。
  杂志内容有点像印在纸上的Google，在Google出现之前35年就有了：理想化，充满新奇工具与神奇的注记。Stewart跟他的出版团队出了好几 期Whole Earth Catalog，然后出了停刊号。当时是1970年代中期，我正是你们现在这个年龄的时候。在停刊号的封底，有张早晨乡间小路的照片，那种你去爬山时会经 过的乡间小路。

  在照片下有行小字：

  求知若饥，虚心若愚。

  那是他们亲笔写下的告别讯息，我总是以此自许。
  当你们毕业，展开新生活，我也以此期许你们。

  求知若饥，虚心若愚。

  非常谢谢大家。

  
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  I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

  The first story is about connecting the dots.

  I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

  It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

  And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

  It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

  Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

  None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

  Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

  My second story is about love and loss.

  I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

  I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

  I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

  During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

  I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

  My third story is about death.

  When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

  Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

  About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

  I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

  This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

  No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

  Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

  When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

  Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

  Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

  Thank you all very much.

   
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